Live From Baghdad

Richard Roth:
Hi. Richard Roth. Don't call me 'Dick'.

Robert Wiener:
Robert Wiener. Don't call me 'Dick', either.

Ingrid Formanek:
Say this- "La tapar, ana Sahaffi".

Robert Wiener:
La tapar, ana Sahaffi.

Ingrid Formanek:
Pretty good.

Robert Wiener:
What does it mean?

Ingrid Formanek:
"Don't shoot, I'm a journalist".

Ingrid Formanek:
Well, f*** me with a hot poker.

Judy Parker:
Goodbye, Richard. I think you're really smart.

Richard Roth:
Goodbye, Judy. I think I'm really smart, too.

Robert Wiener:
There was supposed to be 24. Sh*t!

Robert Wiener:
Yeah.

Robert Wiener:
You're a customs inspector. We all have our parts to play.

Ingrid Formanek:
Come on, Wienerish. We're just the eyes. You put this sh*t up there, and people pull it down on their Sonys. I think I'm quoting you.

Robert Wiener:
No, I said "Zeniths".

Ingrid Formanek:
Hey. Hey. Cigars. Embassy man loves cigars, remember? You give embassy man cigars, he give you big access.

Robert Wiener:
Hangover?

Ingrid Formanek:
Brutal.

Robert Wiener:
You're confusing us with CBS, pal. We're the under-paid vultures.

Richard Roth:
DSB?

Robert Wiener:
Deadly sperm backup.

Judy Parker:
And he'll have a Yoo-Hoo. That's a chocolate drink.

Robert Wiener:
(on the phone with room service) Could you send up a Pepsi, please?

Ingrid Formanek:
I'll take a Pepsi.

Judy Parker:
I'll have a Coke.

Ingrid Formanek:
Oh, there's no Coke in Baghdad. Bottling plant's in Dixie.

Ingrid Formanek:
(whispering) Israel.

Judy Parker:
I didn't say anything.

Robert Wiener:
Make it seven Pepsis.

Ed Turner:
No story is worth your life... but this is the story of a lifetime.

Peter Arnett:
I loved Vietnam. I cried when that goddamn war ended!